When “The Official Donald Trump Jam” dropped yesterday, roughly 97% of its listeners were certain they wouldn’t hear a song as offensive to the very concept of music for at least a week. Unfortunately for us all, there’s always a bigger fish. In this instance, it’s a monster of a deep sea fish—you know, the hideous ones with those troublingly large teeth and red bioluminescent scales that human beings were never meant to see—and it’s filled with low-rent beats, Snoop Dogg, sad dancers, and a YouTuber named Ricky Dillon. Sorry, girls. But you just got trumped.

I won’t attempt to make sense of 23-year-old Ricky Dillon’s enormous popularity, as his success—like the success of most popular YouTubers—is a phenomenon so far out of my demographic and intellectual capability that I’d rather just say, “He has nearly 3,000,000 subscribers and decided to become a pop star,” and be done with it.

So. He has nearly 3,000,000 subscribers and decided to become a pop star.